Treadmill (Harry Styles) [COMPLETE] {EDITED}

Chapter 17

FIVE DAYS

Five days later...

Angie

It's been five days later, I can't get Harry off my mind. I know it was so stupid of me to overreact but who wouldn't get a feeling that I was being used? The kisses, the hugs, the sleepover, and the cuddles. Are those all meaningless to the point that Harry can only see me as a "good friend." Overreacting was uncalled for, yes, but what's worse was me feeling like I was being used.

I walk over to the living room and I see the Miami heat blanket that was supposed to be Harry's. That's it! I have an excuse to see him, I really do want to see him. I'll go drop by their house and drop it off and see his face and to go out for dinner. Maybe this way I can explain how I feel about this without it turning into a screaming match or a sob fest.

I take a quick hot shower and change into my white oversized sweater and black jeans and my green beanie that Allie bought me earlier this week. I take my backapck, phone, and wallet and of course the blanket and head out.

I hail a cab and give directions to Harry's place. After a fifteen-minute drive, I'm at Harry's door step. Here we go. I ring his doorbell and after two rings he opens the door. And we are wearing the same shit. What up!

"Angie..." He blurts with his eyes wide open. "What are you doing here?" He acknowledges,

"I... Ah... Uhm... Came to drop this." I stutter and hand him the blanket and he takes it.

"Oh" he replies with disappointment.

"I'm going to head out now. See you around." I say and walk away, tears streaming down my face.

"Angie." Harry says.

"Yeah?" I turn and his eyes start to water.

"I still care about you. My feelings towards you haven't changed at all. I know it's been a week but I haven't changed how I feel about you, I hope you know that." He says and I look away and start to walk away.

"I know. So do I." I whisper.

I hear his door close and tears are still running down my face. He still cares about me and I do too but I still need to think and I need space. But a little part of me wants to barge in the door and just hug the shit out of him, like that kind of hug where everything is said and everything is back to normal. I turn around and look at the door, no you're just going to hurt yourself, my subconscious says. I decide to walk away.

I hail a cab and tell him to go to Nandos. Why am I so affected about the good friends shit? It's been a fucking week already. I've been too vulnerable that I didn't want to talk to anyone. Now, I think it's time to settle things and fix things. I want Harry, I really do. Soon, the taxi man drops me and I pay him. I to head the entrance, I bump Louis carrying some take out.

"Hi there love." he greets me and I simply smile. "Long time no see," He chuckles, "I heard about you two. I'm really sorry. Harry doesn't mean the good friends part. He cares about you. He keeps talking about you. Non-stop. Please take him back." He says.

"I've been thinking about it, it's been a week and it kills me every time. I care about him Louis but I've got to think things through," I reply and he smiles.

"Please do. He's horrible. He won't even talk. He'd just text me the things he wants to say. He's terrible." Louis points out,

"Is that so?" I wonder,

"Yeah. It hurts me as well because I don't know how to help him. During the interview, I gave him that look that what he said was wrong, he noticed it afterwards and regrets what he said" Louis explains, poor thing.

"Oh. Yes I watched the interview, I saw the look" I confess.

"I know the good friend thing was a stone in the stomach." Louis recalls,

"Yeah it was, I thought those shit meant something to him and it does to me. So you can't really help but make me think that he used me" I reckon,

"And those shit were kisses, hugs, and cuddles. It means the world to him! He won't shut up about it. Don't feel like you were used, Harry never does that. He wouldn't dare. Anne taught him very well," Louis explains,

"Then why did he have to say that I'm a good friend?" I question,

"I really don't know. Maybe he doesn't want to hurt our fans." Louis says with his head down, again tears are streaming down my face.

"Is he embarrassed to be with me?" I tear up.

"Love, of course not! He would never be. Don't say that. He brags about you, even during that week where you two were not talking. He keeps saying shit like I miss hugging her, she smells so good, she's perfect, I miss her blah blah blah. Trust me, that's what we hear every day" Louis nags and rubs my back.

"Has he been crying?" I sniff,

"Like a baby." Louis says with a giggle.

"Oh." I plainly say wiping the tears off of my face.

"I have to run before he starts crying again. Please take him back." Louis says

"I will." Eventually I reply.

"Really?! Drop by the house anytime you want." Louis kisses my cheek and walks away.

"Louis!" I shout, he turns around, "Please don't tell Harry." He nods and walks off to his car.

I enter Nando's with guilt, was he as terrible as I was? Or worse? Does he mean everything he said earlier? That the kiss and hug meant 'something' to him? And most importantly, does he really love me? I will take him back, I want him back. I need him back.